My maternal grandfather was a combat surgeon in WWI, sort of the MASH of his time. He was an amateur photographer and took pictures that I saw years later. Some of the scenes with dead horses were part of the horror of that war. Can't imagine his job with no penicillin or other "modern" medical advances. Back in civilian life he became the head psychiatrist at a mental institution in NY state. I remember going to work with him a few times. Talk about creepy.

If he can claim it as a dependent on his IRS taxes? Hey cell phone, come over here.

Some people in White Settlement should be ashamed.

The question that needs an answer: will it make a better pizza?

"God mode"very useful when playing the last episode of Wolfenstein. I have mixed feelings about these robo-cars.

Reminds me of a fall MrsO had. We just arrived at our daughter's place in Buffalo. MrsO volunteered to take her dogs for a walk. She tripped over an uneven piece of sidewalk. Just a few bumps and bruises, but could have been a vacation ender. Not really the dog's fault though.

And Hudsons. I remember when they were THE car on NASCAR dirt tracks. Also remember DeSoto, another MOPAR dinosaur.

I was wondering about the entomology of it all. Likely it will just act as a selecting agent and promote reproduction among mosquitoes that are not affected by it.

Reminds me of when in college at the U of Maine late 1950's when the best track team sprinter raced a horse in a 50 yard dash. A decent sprinter can easily beat the horse at that distance. I think it takes a world class athlete to do it at say 100 yards. Of course a bit longer, the 4-legged animal rules. They can hit 35 mph or so at full bore. The best a sprinter can do is somewhere around 25 mph. I stand to be corrected if wrong.

We live about a 20 minute drive from Sanibel Island. When we go there, I like to sit and relax under the shade of my beach umbrella. I'll take the requisite "dip" into the Gulf of Mexico. Mrs. O loves to walk along the shore. It has a calming effect on us both.

I can empathize with the wasp thing. I frequently need to use chemical warfare to keep them away from our mailbox.

"Run Afowl of the Law" was a bad pun said by the driver of our little tour train in Key West. He was talking about the feral chickens that reside there. That's why you do not disturb them.

Found a dead snake once that was "gravid", opened it up and out came several baby snakes. Not quite as awesome as a fawn, but neato.

How cool is that? Is their any other culture/country that mourns its pets?